Speedway, I'm never really sure which day it is. I turned up for work in London when the office was closed for Christmas and I've even turned up for work at an office I left two years previously … I used the old security code and sat down at my old desk and I'd been there several minutes, wondering what I'd been working on the day before, when Norman (with whom I used to share the office and who also took his sweet time to realise there was anything amiss) reminded me that I'd left two years ago. I used the opportunity to hang around for coffee and catch up with old friends, then headed to my proper job, where my boss almost choked to death laughing at me.
Vanda, I was dressed in even less when I posted it this morning.
LOL! Looks a little like my life, though I am trying to cut down on that, avoid it entirely if necessary. Problem is, as a writer who wants to write, I need to be on the computer. I don't hand-write. It's just not where I am. Then I get distracted by emails and somehow sucked into work because my mind just goes in that direction because I have busy brain.
This past weekend, I had a very minor surgical procedure and notified people I would be out of commission. Except I wasn't, really. I then shut off the computer and went upstairs to read, but fell asleep. Since exercise wasn't an option and housework is a total bore, I pretty much got nothing done, which depresses me because I'm type A. I know you know what I am talking about, Dive, because of what you're telling me. Too many places to go lead you to going to the wrong places! Yet not enough places to go lead me to doing not much except working from home. I get tired all the time, sometimes from over-work, sometimes from wanting to avoid working, but often from pure fatigue. Still working on the balance thing.
Anyway, thanks for letting me know I am not the only one who gets distracted when I have busy life and busy brain. I like the cartoon. : )
I guess that's why they call us "drones." Then we wake up one morning, take a look around and wonder where our life/dreams went.
At my last job, I saw co-workers dropping from stress-related illnesses - heart attack, diabetes, cancer - you name it. The inane management had no concern for the people doing the work, only concerned with numbers. The job contributed to the break-up of my long-term relationship with a man I dearly loved. I decided to retire as soon as I could, while I still had my health and some spirit left. I'm poor, it's difficult, but I'm happier than when I was working and had money.
Katherine, the joy of handwriting is beyond measure. I keep endless notebooks and am a fountain pen pedant (I'm not going to pay half a grand for a Mont Blanc but I do use Waterman Experts and Lacques as I can write all day with those and not get tired … yes, they're expensive but they're worth it). I know just what you mean about all that wasted time. And the weariness of working from home. You need to force yourself out into that beautiful parkland and walk the battlefields more often. Take a notebook and a good pen and transform your creative hours (or even a dictaphone).
Speedway; the work-life balance is an awful pit of despair just gaping at us every day. You've made the right decision; I need to pay off a whole lot more mortgage before I can join you, but I can't wait.
Most people I know who retired did so not because they were in bad health or because they no longer wanted to work, but because they'd reached their bullshit quotient. They said Not. One. More. Day.
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Better than the 8 months you did not have a job?
I have changed the mistake in my blog, I will hit you when I see you again! ha ha.
I always divided my cubicled week as follows: Monday, second Monday, third Monday, the day before Friday, Friday, Saturday, and the day before Monday.
I like how he only wears underwear on weekends.
Speedway, I'm never really sure which day it is. I turned up for work in London when the office was closed for Christmas and I've even turned up for work at an office I left two years previously … I used the old security code and sat down at my old desk and I'd been there several minutes, wondering what I'd been working on the day before, when Norman (with whom I used to share the office and who also took his sweet time to realise there was anything amiss) reminded me that I'd left two years ago. I used the opportunity to hang around for coffee and catch up with old friends, then headed to my proper job, where my boss almost choked to death laughing at me.
Vanda, I was dressed in even less when I posted it this morning.
Mum, you know I couldn't resist such temptation.
LOL! Looks a little like my life, though I am trying to cut down on that, avoid it entirely if necessary. Problem is, as a writer who wants to write, I need to be on the computer. I don't hand-write. It's just not where I am. Then I get distracted by emails and somehow sucked into work because my mind just goes in that direction because I have busy brain.
This past weekend, I had a very minor surgical procedure and notified people I would be out of commission. Except I wasn't, really. I then shut off the computer and went upstairs to read, but fell asleep. Since exercise wasn't an option and housework is a total bore, I pretty much got nothing done, which depresses me because I'm type A. I know you know what I am talking about, Dive, because of what you're telling me. Too many places to go lead you to going to the wrong places! Yet not enough places to go lead me to doing not much except working from home. I get tired all the time, sometimes from over-work, sometimes from wanting to avoid working, but often from pure fatigue. Still working on the balance thing.
Anyway, thanks for letting me know I am not the only one who gets distracted when I have busy life and busy brain. I like the cartoon. : )
I guess that's why they call us "drones." Then we wake up one morning, take a look around and wonder where our life/dreams went.
At my last job, I saw co-workers dropping from stress-related illnesses - heart attack, diabetes, cancer - you name it. The inane management had no concern for the people doing the work, only concerned with numbers. The job contributed to the break-up of my long-term relationship with a man I dearly loved. I decided to retire as soon as I could, while I still had my health and some spirit left. I'm poor, it's difficult, but I'm happier than when I was working and had money.
Katherine, the joy of handwriting is beyond measure. I keep endless notebooks and am a fountain pen pedant (I'm not going to pay half a grand for a Mont Blanc but I do use Waterman Experts and Lacques as I can write all day with those and not get tired … yes, they're expensive but they're worth it).
I know just what you mean about all that wasted time. And the weariness of working from home. You need to force yourself out into that beautiful parkland and walk the battlefields more often. Take a notebook and a good pen and transform your creative hours (or even a dictaphone).
Speedway; the work-life balance is an awful pit of despair just gaping at us every day. You've made the right decision; I need to pay off a whole lot more mortgage before I can join you, but I can't wait.
Good comic.
I totally understand.
Most people I know who retired did so not because they were in bad health or because they no longer wanted to work, but because they'd reached their bullshit quotient.
They said Not. One. More. Day.
BAHAHA!! And you were wearing less when you posted....BAHAHAHA!! Silly thing, you.
Ms.M: I'm home from work and sitting in front of my Mac in my boxers … I so need a life!
speedway, I reached my bullshit quotient many years ago; now I just dish it back with interest.
Hee hee, Shan. At least I have boxers on now (though that's probably too much information).
Hahahahaha!
This is really good Dive. May I steal it?
If I can steal it then you certainly can, Mark.
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